The morning cleaning shift is a busy time at the shelter. Each time I kneel down in front of Hernandez’s cage to pull out the litter box and bedding, he looks at me and thinks, “Oh, good. Here comes a lap”. I know that’s what he’s thinking, because he hops down from his hammock and tries to curl up on me.
OK, Hernandez, it’s time to sit down and take a cuddle break.
Eight year old Hernandez was brought to PAWS as a stray.